[ An arched brow meets her response, but Loki finds himself unconsciously holding his breath when she rests her palm on his chest. What a horribly easy thing to believe the reverse -- that she could have manipulated his mind with the power derived from the Mind Stone -- but the possibility no longer seems likely. There could have been a twisted sort of power in that trust if Loki hadn't allowed Wanda to chip away at his walls.
He cannot seem to regret it. Instead, he exhales a quiet breath after her question, meeting her gaze. ]
Be my guest.
[ His wardrobe is a bit simpler than his usual, in large part due to his traveling incognito, but there are certainly more buckles in one of his leather gauntlets than her entire dress. His leather tunic, however, is held together by a single golden clasp right off midline. Beneath that, the fabric is tailored to fit his form without any bindings. ]
pity for anyone but himself? inconceivable
He cannot seem to regret it. Instead, he exhales a quiet breath after her question, meeting her gaze. ]
Be my guest.
[ His wardrobe is a bit simpler than his usual, in large part due to his traveling incognito, but there are certainly more buckles in one of his leather gauntlets than her entire dress. His leather tunic, however, is held together by a single golden clasp right off midline. Beneath that, the fabric is tailored to fit his form without any bindings. ]